Jungkook (hate)

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Taehyung never understood why Jungkook looked at him with hatred. It wasn't rivalry; it was denial. "You're a scum," Jungkook said once, icy-tongued, wiping a bloody knuckle duster on the velvet of his pants. "The dirt stuck to the soles of our house."

The family mansion was a labyrinth of cold marble and shadows, where Taehyung grew up as an illegitimate son and Jungkook as the legitimate heir to the empire. Their childhood was a war without a declaration: poisoned milk, "accidentally" set traps during hunts, public humiliations at balls where Jungkook smiled at guests but with his eyes commanded Taehyung to disappear.

"You breathe her air," Jungkook hissed, pinning Taehyung against the wall in the empty east wing. His fingers dug into Taehyung's jaw, leaving a necklace of bruises. "You bear her features. Every look you give me is an insult to my mother's memory."

He was the living embodiment of betrayal, the sin of their father, desecrating the sacred memory.

One night during a thunderstorm, Jungkook caught him in the library, the damp heat from the fireplace mingling with the chill between them.

— Are you afraid?